Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie chose the topic of “sense of style.” I wasn’t going to respond to this prompt because I have no sense of style. But then I was having trouble falling asleep last night and decided to post myself to sleep. This is the result:
At what age did you become concerned about the clothes you wore?
I’m in my seventies now and I’m hoping that by the time I reach my eighties I might start to give a shit about the clothes I wear. I must be presentable at my funeral, right? Oh wait. I’m going to be cremated. Never mind.
Did you get hand-me-downs or new clothes?
Because I was a boy with two older sisters, there was nothing suitable to be handed down to me, so my answer is new clothes.
Were any of your clothes made by hand? If so, by whom?
My mother was a prolific knitter, so literally all of my sweaters were hand-knitted by her.
Were you allowed to select your own clothes and assemble your own ensembles?
I think I pretty much decided each day what to wear on my own once I was old enough to dress myself. it was pretty simple to pick out a shirt and a pair of pants to wear. I doubt, however, that anyone would refer to what I chose to wear as an ensemble.
At what age did you start buying your own wardrobe?
I’m assuming “buying” means paying for it on my own, and not just picking out my own clothes and having my parents pay for them. With that assumption, the answer is after I graduated from high school and headed to college.
What fashion fads did you adopt?
I didn’t have much fashion sense (i.e., I didn’t really care all that much about what clothing I wore), so I pretty much embraced whatever fashion fads my friends had adopted.
Did you have certain colors you loved to wear?
Not really. Back in my hippie days I liked to wear “loud” colored shirts (tie dyed, floral patterned, psychedelic patterned) and bell-bottomed jeans. I did go through a polyester leisure-suit phase, I’m now embarrassed to say. These days, I prefer more subdued colors. And since I’m retired, my wardrobe is primarily blue jeans and various muted colored t-shirts in the summer and blue, gray, or tan chambray shirts or patterned flannel shirts (mostly blues, grays, and tans with some subtle reds) in the cooler months.
Were you of the hippie generation or perhaps a child of the 1980s? What was the wildest or craziest outfit you ever wore?
I wasn’t a child of the 80s but I was of the hippie generation. As I mentioned above, back then I didn’t wear “outfits” per se, but I had some pretty wild shirts that I’d wear with my faded, torn bell bottoms. And again, there was that lime green leisure suit. Ack!
What about jewelry? Did you have piercings? Were they done by you or by others? What jewelry fads so you remember?
No piercings, no tattoos. Minimal jewelry. Basically just a watch and maybe a ring, like a school ring or a pinky ring. In my hippie days I had a few “masculine” necklaces that would occasionally don. Nowadays it’s my Apple Watch and my wedding band.
Now think about your hairstyles. What cuts did you sport? Did you ever color your hair? Did you try to alter your hair in any other way (cutting, ironing, shaving, curling)?
When I had hair on my head, which, other than my beard and mustache, I no longer have, I had crewcuts and flattops as a boy and grew my hair long toward the end of college as I transitioned from a straight-laced collegiate type to a hippie freak. I never colored my hair, which was brown, or did anything special with it. Now, I do shave my head every other week and trim my mustache and beard weekly.
How has your taste changed over the years?
Yes, of course. But the one constant has been that I have never had much of a sense of fashion.